Chess and Goldfish

Irene Adler had not met Professor Moriarty.

News of him was always through a man named Colonel Moran.

I once saw a photo, which was a distant view from the back.

The hair is very short, and it is hard to tell whether it is curly or straight. He is not very tall, and he is wearing a serious two-piece suit and leather shoes.

Even from the back view in the photo, Irene could see the elusiveness of this person.

That's momentum.

Gent is very different from Moriarty, like the hair, which he has grown and dyed tan.

Another example is dressing, behaving, talking and behaving.

If Moran hadn't followed him all the time and witnessed his changes in the past three years, he might not have dared to recognize Gent.

In general, Irene didn't know that the man in front of her who she labeled as a "rival in love" was actually a man she had always admired.

How do you know it's from a rival?

It's very simple, because Sherlock didn't have the slightest refutation or rejection of the phrase "dear".

Even get used to it.

——Accustomed to it?

This kind of emotion is too terrifying, and it shouldn't appear on this man. How great and admirable he is, he attracts the attention of countless people, how can he be swayed by emotions? !

Erin's smile froze.

"The service of American flights has been extended to send customers to the concert?" Sherlock glanced at him lightly, and said sarcastically, even so, he didn't respond to Gent's hand on his shoulder.

Sherlock had grown accustomed to his approach, rather than pushing him away, and it was scary.

Knowing how dangerous the other party is, he approached him out of curiosity, and when he wanted to get away, he realized that he couldn't do it.

This kind of thing shouldn't have anything to do with Sherlock Holmes.

But whether this is really the case, only the man himself understands.

Gent grinned, "Is the service good? Want to try it?"

Sherlock snorted coldly and changed the subject, "This is Ms. Irene Adler."

Hearing her own name, the sexy lady smiled gracefully and introduced herself to Jint, "Good night, sir."

She never talks much, and she maintains a consistent sense of mystery.

Gent immediately put on a gentlemanly look, smiling cutely, "Good night, ma'am, you are more beautiful than the stars in the sky, seeing you in this venue will only make me not want to enjoy this music. "

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock's mocking snort was heard.

Gent ignored him, just staring at Ms. Irene Adler intently.

Facts have proved that Irene Adler, known as "the lady", does have extraordinary will and courage.

"That's awesome, sir." She smiled faintly, lowered her head slightly, her chin and neck formed an elegant arc.

As her profession requires, she can always find the most attractive aspect of herself, then amplify it and use it to her advantage.

She is astonishingly smart.

Gent nodded with a smile, signaling them to continue listening to the concert, while he leaned back, half hidden in the darkness, observing the audience sitting below.

Sherlock was doing the same thing, his gray gem-like eyes were shining brightly, he could see what everyone in the audience had done before they came, what they were thinking now, and what they were about to do.

"Eroica Symphony" is followed by "Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp Minor", the voice pouring down like moonlight is gentle and affectionate.

It's just that Sherlock noticed that the beat of a person's hand in front of him was wrong. It wasn't the "Moonlight Sonata" that was being played, but the song just now?No, neither.

Morse code.

【Come—find—me】

Sherlock remained calm, and only allocated half of his attention to Ms. Irene Adler at the side. This message was obviously not to show off his knowledge. Is it for her or for himself?

The man's fingers are slender and his nails are neatly manicured. His hands are not big, his thumb and little finger can be stretched wide, but his palm is big.And he has severe cervical spondylosis, which should be caused by sitting for a long time. He must be able to play the piano, and his level is not low.

Victor Wood.

Having determined the man's identity, Sherlock crossed his fingers on his chin.

Irene Adler hasn't responded yet, but it's understandable, because she doesn't have any special relationship with that person, if it's just a one-sided relationship...

Before Sherlock finished his analysis, the lady beside him suddenly tensed up.

She found out.

Sherlock turned his head sharply, the woman nodded to him, and said softly, "It's him."

"pianist?"

"I'm afraid so."

When Sherlock looked back to look for Victor Wood again, the man was gone, and disappeared very quickly.

Sherlock's complexion was a bit bad, and he began to search for those safe exits, there were six, and a black figure flashed by the exit closest to them.

"Damn."

Cursing secretly, Sherlock stood up abruptly, ignoring the astonished eyes of the people around him, and immediately chased after him.

Gent raised the corners of his lips, stood up slowly, and followed Sherlock's footsteps. When he left, he turned his head slightly to look at Ms. Irene Adler, who was sitting on the seat, clutching Looking at the phone, before she could stand up, the screen suddenly lit up.

According to the light blue screen, her face turned pale.

What would happen to her without Professor Moriarty's protection?

If it was before, she could probably tell herself that she has a sexy brain and a sexy body.

But this time is different.

【Don't forget who you are being hunted down by. 】

The British government, who was thinner than the previous days, said with some irony that his arrogance seemed to be on full display at this moment.

Eileen was disdainful, but there was nothing she could do.

Sebastian Moran didn't give her a clear reply, because the professor's elusive attitude recently made her clueless about his thoughts. She didn't know whether he was interested in the information in her hands. The only The chips also lightened a lot. Irene looked at herself in the mirror ironically. She had never been in such a situation before.

She is very smart.

But it's just smart.

Humans are so fickle.

Especially the humans at the top.

There was only a simple line of text on the screen, which was still sent by Colonel Sebastian Moran, just like Professor Moriarty did before, asking him to convey all the information.

After receiving the usual message, Irene unexpectedly felt a bit of peace of mind.

He made it very clear that since he has cooperated with the British government, he should not cross the line.

Professor Moriarty can help her solve unnecessary troubles, but in contrast, Irene must abide by the promise she made.

Gent would not have believed her promise, any more than Moriarty would have believed it.

She is "that woman".

But Gent believes that in the near future, the FBI will have fun with her.

Thinking of Will's unique "innate ability", Gent couldn't help humming a little song happily.

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Erin Adler disappeared.

"Oh? What does that have to do with me?" Sherlock met Watson's eyes through the pink reagent bottle.

"What's the matter? Sherlock, if I remember correctly, did you promise your brother to help that lady?" Watson hissed, "Don't say you're not interested again, I see those discs on your desk!"

"What disc? One volume 1?"

A brisk voice came in, and Watson raised his head to look at the person leaning against the door, with a hint of relaxation in his words, "You are here, Gent."

Rarely a little confused, Sherlock frowned, his gray-blue eyes stared straight at the person at the door like a falcon, "One book?"

The corner of Jin Te's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand, "No, forget about this, I didn't say anything."

Sherlock made it clear that he didn't believe it. He squinted his eyes and stared at Gent for a while, quickly took out the mobile phone from his pocket with his left hand, and typed a few words on the keyboard. body.

"Your taste... is nothing more than that?" He said, sweeping Gent's belt, "I heard that people with low self-esteem tend to look for shadows in their peers, your size..."

The words were not finished, but they were full of meaning.

Jin Te became furious, "My brother has a net weight of 21, do you want to try it?!" No man can bear such doubts!What's more, the questioner was Sherlock Holmes, and Gent felt deeply insulted.

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, this guy should die!

Stunned to see the two men speak pornographically in front of him, John Watson, the golden retriever doctor who has been out for many years, feels that his outlook on life has been subverted.

He murmured: "...can I report that the two of you gathered a crowd to rape, rape, and invade my brain? Anderson would be so happy if he knew..."

"That Gent is a piano CD, Beethoven's." Watson bit the bullet and interrupted the exchange of feelings between the two in front of him.

Sherlock immediately stopped talking, and gave Jinte a condescending look, the contempt of the king was revealed in that look.

Jin Te blew up when he "rubbed", he tried his best to tell himself not to care about this man, he was still a child... don't care about it, don't care about it!

"Sherlock Holmes, do you think you are big?!"

"bigger than you."

"Older than me?! Have you seen me!"

"Do I need it?"

"*youuu!!!"

Gent gritted his teeth.

As soon as the words finished, the man on the opposite side smiled, "It's ok, I don't mind the position."

"........."

John Watson, who witnessed history: "...you talk about me first."

Jin Te took a deep breath, "Can you tell me what you want to say first, don't always send John away in this way? Besides, everyone except John is tired of watching this play, and he believes it. Sherlock, no need."

"Oh?" Sherlock was noncommittal. From the corner of his eye, he saw that John had already left the door of 221b. He retreated to the table to continue his little experiment, "What did Mycroft ask you to do again?"

"...the case." Gent pursed his lips, what he hated the most was Sherlock.

"Tch." Sherlock made a mocking sound, and raised his chin, "The address is on the table, wait for me to finish this."

Gent silently retreated to the sofa and sat down.

He suddenly felt a little dazed.

Sherlock has changed, I can't tell exactly what it is, but he feels very strange to Gent.

It's like an inflated balloon. If anyone pokes it with a sharp object, it will explode with a "bang".

What the hell is he mad about?

Gent covered his face with a headache.

——*——*——*—*——*——*——*—*——*——

——What are you angry about? !

——…I didn’t even get tired of acting in that play. Why do you say I’m tired of watching it? !Two days ago you still said that the game continued, why are you tired of talking now!